Chapter Five
Kristin
My body came to life under his perusal, a wildness rising within me I didn’t realize I had. The security of Hunt’s presence made me worse. Somehow, I knew Hunt would stop things from going too far for me to handle, and that made me feel like being wild.
It was all insanity. I’d known them for all of three minutes, but my heart didn’t care. My body didn’t either. Both of them were telling my brain to shut the hell up and go with it.
I didn’t feel like I’d been turned into little particles and sent through space and then reconstituted as if I were powdered milk. But I had. I should’ve worried about how scary the idea was, how many chances there were for mistakes. What happened if everything wasn’t put back in the same place? But I didn’t care, not right now. I was here, and two of the sexiest men I’d ever seen were set to devour me.
My breasts grew heavy and my nipples hardened as I imagined myself laid out between them, taking them both, four hands on my body, two mouths—one at my pussy and one suckling at my breasts—two lovers making me feel feminine, beautiful, wanted…
Okay. Really? I was a little out of control here. This needed to stop before I made a fool of myself in front of my new mates.
“Will you, um, put me down, please?” I asked Tyran, who held me so close. I needed distance if I was going to get myself back together.
I wiggled and he released my legs, but kept his other arm banded around me until I had my feet beneath me. It was then I realized I was already naked and clawed at the blanket to cover myself. We were alone in the room. While these two were my mates, I didn’t know them and I wasn’t quite ready to show them my body.
After tugging the blanket up to my shoulders, I spun about, faced away from them and parted the soft material enough to look down at myself.
Yes, my parts were all there. Thank God. Unfortunately, all of me was still there including my wide hips and overly generous curves. With this fancy transport technology, you’d think they could figure out how to do space-lipo or body sculpting. You know, just leave a few extra fat cells behind. Not like I would miss them.
What was missing was the landing strip I’d gotten the last time I’d been waxed. Somewhere between three, two, one and space I’d had a full Brazilian. Totally bare.
With a gasp, I lifted my hand to my head, felt the short, soft strands of my pixie-style haircut, and sighed with relief. For a second there, I’d been afraid these weird bride protocols had taken all of it. Short and a little chubby was bad enough, but short, chubby and bald? I would have cried. Big, fat ugly-cried.
“Is everything all right?” one of the men called from behind me.
I spun back, pulled the blanket snug. Now I could see both of them clearly. They were of similar height, a similar ludicrously tall height. They had to be close to seven feet and as broad as football players. How was that physically possible? These men were from Prillon Prime. Were all males from their planet this size? If so, I looked like I’d just come from Munchkinland, not Earth.
“Do I… Do I look normal to you?” I wondered.
One frowned, the other’s eyebrows went up. “Normal?” Tyran asked.
I nodded. “Yes. I’m much smaller than you guys, and we have different skin coloring and you’re huge and solid muscle.” All that muscle was clearly visible despite their clothing. Hunt wore what I thought might be normal clothing, pants and a tunic, not that dissimilar from things I’d seen on Earth. But Tyran was wearing some kind of body-hugging armor, a marbled black and gray that made him look intimidating as hell, like he was ready to go kill something. “You guys are huge, and strong and I’m fat and—”
“When I hear the word fat, I think of an animal that is plump for slaughter. Is this what you refer to?” Hunt tilted his head to the side, a confused look on his face.
“What?” What was he talking about? “You mean like pigs or cows?”
Tyran frowned as well, his eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me blush and tighten my grip on the blanket. “I was not aware there was cannibalism on Earth. Is that why you volunteered? To escape being eaten by cannibals?”
I stared at my mates with blank confusion. Were they both crazy? It seemed we were all talking in riddles. He thought we were savages on Earth? Well, perhaps we were, but we hadn’t taken to eating each other. Yet. At least, not as a normal, everyday occurrence.
“No. No, I was not about to be eaten. That’s not what I mean by fat.” I knew my face blushed, could feel the heat rising in my cheeks that signaled a full, red-faced mortification. Two of the hottest men I’d ever seen were staring at me like I was a puzzle they couldn’t solve. No puzzle here, boys. Just feeling like a Grade-A idiot about now.
“No one will eat you here. We are not cannibals,” Hunt reassured me, his sincerity making me want to laugh. How the hell had we gotten into this completely insane conversation?
“Good.”
Tyran took a step closer and I stood my ground. He was mine. I was going to have to work hard to remember that and not back away every time he moved in my direction. “I can’t see much of you beneath the blanket. You are small, but you seem perfect to me.”
“You think I’m small?” That was a new one.
They both nodded, but Hunt spoke. He seemed to be the diplomat. “You are small, but we are familiar with females from Earth, for our Queen is from your planet and so is Lady Rone, our governor’s mate.”
“There are other women here? On the Colony? From Earth?” I almost dropped the blanket, so excited by the possibility of having a friend from home.
Hunt nodded. “Yes, and Lady Rone is eager to meet you.”